Sorry for the late post, but my other story needed love too lol ^_^
Warnings: Swearing, Citrus (this chapter is smut heavy, be warned and ENJOY LOL)
I do not own Warrior :_:
on with the show weee
"He's taking you on a vaca even after the fight?"
"Yeah, just us…"
"Ok I love Daniel, but if a guy did all that for me…um marry him?"
"I know Camille and I think if he asked…I'm going to ask if he'll move in!"
Her friend gave a look of awe over her coffee and it slowly shifted to an easy smile. "Well from what you say he pretty much lives there now so why not girl?" Camille drawled earning a laugh from Michaela. "So show me this little cuteness of yours."
Michaela handed over her phone already loaded with pictures of her, Tommy, and Lil' Scruff. Her favorites were the pic of Scruff trying to bat at the faucet while she did dishes, the one with her teddy bear brigade with of course Scruff on her haunches as general of the outfit. Her favorite and background was one with Tommy passed out face down on the couch with Scruff climbing over the back of his head to bat at the camera. "I know right?" Michaela answered when Camille said she might die from cuteness over load.
"Well girl lunch time is about up and I know you want to get to the gym to see your beau " Camille stated as she slid from the booth to bid her friend farewell.
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She was on her way to the gym, it was weird, when coming from her place or Tommy's the drive was no problem, but from the office traffic was a nightmare and gave her time to muse. She had seen a few more sparring matches in preparation for this fight and each one ended like the one before it. Passion barely restrained, her body becoming more limber as they tried new positions. His name sounding on her lips till her throat was raw with overuse. He praised her every time for how her body felt around him, the things she could make him feel. Her confidence was growing, the fear in her mind, fear of losing him again, dimming, its grip failing. When he saw her the light in his eyes made her heart swell. "Eww your all sweaty", Michaela laughed after he wrapped her in a hug and claimed her lips.
"You can wash me off later, sweetheart", Tommy offered with a waggle of his eyebrows and she swatted his backside as he went back to the ring. That night they didn't even make it out of the car. She arched over the dashboard as he pulled and pushed at her clothes. She was lain before him like a blank canvas before a painter. He imagined his hands and his tongue as the brushes as he painted his master piece on her skin. Her pants and panties pooling at her ankles as he pulled her hips forward to meet his mouth and she nearly screamed. Her body a quivering mass of need as his lips closed over…there. Three fingers thrust savagely albeit pleasurably into her, thrusting till she screamed his name as her world detonated.
"Tommy please I need you", Michaela whimpered as his fingers continued to play, working her quickly to another earth shattering orgasm. He chuckled against her and shivers ran right up her spine. She sighed in total satisfaction as he sheathed himself in her wet heat and began bucking in a steady pace. "Oooh Tommy." She crooned her head falling back.
"Like it, do I feel good inside you sweetheart?" Tommy groaned and she moaned as an answer. Maybe it was the way her eyes had gleamed at the sparring match, maybe it was the fact she hadn't insisted they make it at least to the apartment tonight. Whatever it was it set his blood on fire and he growled low, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, this is just the beginning, a preview of what I'm gonna do to you."
She fell apart in his arms his tongue running along her neck like a possessive beast staking it's claim. He pulled her to the spacious backseat, threw her legs over his shoulders and slammed into her. Her nails left marks in his skin, but he didn't care. She wasn't coherent anymore, his name, maybe a deity or two the only words her lips formed. He was going to make her blackout again and he let himself follow her into oblivion as he realized he'd probably just screwed her into next Tuesday.
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"I did this didn't I…?" Tommy mused pulling her to his chest.
All she could do was lopsidedly shrug as the seizure took hold. Despite it's fuzzy blur she could still feel him right to her bones. Like he'd left a mark seared into her soul. Normally that aggressiveness might have startled her, but she welcomed it, the controlled brutality in his thrusts making her toes curl, her body singing as his hands played her like an instrument meant for him and him alone. Tears slipped free that she couldn't stop and when she passed out he carried her to the bed and climbed in beside her.
She woke to his knuckles trailing her cheek and his lips on her forehead. "Tommy before I lose the nerve…um move in with me?" Michaela gushed, "You almost have already and I'd be willing to do a little redecorating, make the place more err guy friendly?" she added as Lil' Scruff made her presence known by sticking her nose in her face then Tommy's and yowling plaintively.
He smiled slowly at the kitten then pushed it carefully aside to rest his lips on hers. "Thought you'd never ask sweetheart…" Tommy mused and his tongue slid past her lips and Scruff hightailed it to another room as he pulled her over him, letting her decide the pace in penitence for last night.
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"He said yes? Oh that's great Kay Kay." Camille clapped as they entered the spa.
"Thanks Camille, yeah were going to do redecorating and moving after the fight and vacation." Michaela breathed smiling at the old nickname. Frank had suggested with Tommy's approval that she go for a day of pampering and preening as they would probably be meeting with the sponsors before the fight. Tommy had made sure she wasn't doing anything to drastic with her hair and she promised him no and that she'd give him a swimsuit fashion show in compromise.
They had put highlights and low lights in her hair, buffed her skin till it gleamed, painted her nails with perfection. Still she felt nervous about the bikini Camille was waving in her face. "Come on Kay Kay, he sees you naked what's the problem?"
"The problem Cam Cam is this is in public", Michaela huffed and Camille laughed at the teasing name.
"At least try it on, one for Tommy…" Camille said and held up a more modest tankini, "one for public!"
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She was cowering in her closet nervous of Tommy's reaction to her hair, her glowing skin, the bikini…
"Kayla don make me drag you outa there!" Tommy warned and she had no doubt he might just do it anyway so she stepped out. His jaw dropped, like actually dropped as she stepped forward. The white fringed top held her breasts perfectly the shimmer of her exposed skin creating a kind of halo effect around her. His eyes traveled her body shamelessly, the expanse of her stomach making his mouth water. A light blue sarong swathed her hips and he went to her, removing it before sitting back on the bed to just admire as a slow blush traveled her skin along with his eyes. "Oooh Kayla what I want to do to you", Tommy purred as he noted that the white bikini bottoms tied.
"What do you want to do Tommy?" Michaela breathed and he moved to take her in his arms.
"I want to taste you…slow, till you beg. I want to fuck you till you have no voice, till I can't move!"
"Don't make me wait Mr. Conlon", Michaela smirked and he tossed her to the bed with a growl. True to his word he kissed every inch of skin, flipping her so he could lick and kiss at her back. His teeth nipped at her hips, tugging at the ties, but not even loosening them till her whines grew plaintive, "Tommmyyy please, please I need more I can't take it."
"What do you want me to do Kayla?" Tommy inquired and she looked incredulous and supremely frustrated. "Tell me…say it Kayla", he demanded as he played with the ties on her suit.
"Damn it Tommy, I…" Michaela cursed, steeling herself to give him one hell of an answer. "I want you to kiss me…there", he looked about to ask her for elaboration when she continued. "Fuck me with your tongue Tommy, I want to feel your cheeks against my thighs, how many ways should I say it?"
He flipped her with a husky and pleased growl, pulling the ties lose and kneeling between her legs intent on giving her what she asked for. He played for a bit, lone slow lick then a nibble at her thigh. When his tongue curved into her she arched so strongly he almost couldn't keep her hips on the bed. His grip had been light not expecting this level of response from her. He should have known his teasing would set her up for it. "Still so damn sensitive I love it sweetheart", he groaned against her.
He brought her to the brink and past time after time with just lips and tongue. Her taste in his kiss and it still blew her mind at the level of intimacy and trust it spoke of. Her legs around his waist brought him closer as even now his aggressiveness and cocky attitude when it came to sheet and pillow play however, well deserved made her grin. "Tommy, oh Tommy please harder."
He yanked her to her hands and knees, pulling her hair lightly making her back arc as he pounded into her. One hand held her hip in rhythm while the other smoothed and caressed her pampered and shimmering skin. He knew she'd tell him if it was too much, but by the way she was panting and telling him she'd been a bad girl till he smacked her perfect ass a pleasing shade of pink. He guessed she was enjoying the rough play. "Christ Kayla, I don't know where that side came from….feel free to bring it anytime." Tommy remarked as they collapsed to the bed.
"Good babe?" Michaela remarked trying to imitate his cocky, husky growl. He chuckled and pulled her under the covers and into his arms.
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Friday came with a slow march and she found herself almost pacing at the airport she felt so keyed up. She smacked Tommy on the shoulder when he said they could go screw in the bathroom to ease her nerves. "Frank and Bren are here, behave", Michaela hissed despite her smile. He let her have the window seat for the flight and as they flew to Orlando she wondered what his opponent would be like. This man who called himself Mad Dog…
Yes the return of Mad Dog I hope we all don't mind, should be interesting with what I have planned. I will try to update more often, but really do we want this done lol.
On another note a Bane fanfic has spawned in my head and now clamors for my attention...*sigh* Should I post it? I maybe have a chapter in my head...
Please please Review Review Review, I heart you all, but I like to know what you think so let me have it!